you wanted it that night you wanted your blood to run out of controle i bit you harder and you loved the feeling of being lost, and you loved your blood running hotter than hot to a boiling tempetureyou wanted it and i gave you what you wanted did it feel good to youdo you want to remember how my teeth sanking in to your skinjust enough to get your heart beating so fast that i could hear ithow i wanted to pierce your frail skin and sink in to a pardise all of my own with just a drop of your bloodyour every breath was so intence your heart was about to give away to me then i controlled my hunger by pulling back just enough to make you want more of the vimpires taste for bloodthe tast like wine a sensual taste, blood like wine stired in cup so slowly moves down with every drop a place of jewlsyour blood would be devinebeyond the heart beat of a mortalwiccan blood the most delightful of them all with power in every cell and light in every drop yet your blood does not run pure as light a tint of black thats what makes your blood so desireableif the likeness in me were to get ahold of your blood your life would be in my hands and you breath would seiese to exsistinsatiable... funny time to use such a word insatiable... because blood is like that word my own blood dosen't satisfy me any more but others,i dare to even think of what others blood would do to my "likeness" blood thrist in my mouth right now you want me to bite harder than i did beforeor would you like this in a new place like how you pierced my skin whith your teeth that night...after all you are taking off your shirt... reveiling your breast you didnt say that your bra was comming offbut that dosent mean that i wouldnt rip it off of youa vampires taste for blood is not to be taken lightly as gental as i can be i can be ten times more vishious than you would ever knowwhat you remember hearing that night that i dont,i figured out who that was it was... me but as a vishious vampirewe have became one now and black outs no more but midnight it is his time to roami can't feed my self any more of my bloodit taste rancid but how does yours taste maybe next time i wont be so lightlyi will throw your head back and i will pull your hair till your body trembles for morenext time i get you alone you should remember this conversationfor i will and i am not afraide to let you feel all of what has been saidpain and pleasureenlighten me how rough do you like things to besinking my teeath in to you that wont be controlled any more your life will be at my hand and lust will be with us that night that your life becomes mine.